冰是寒冷的产物,是柔软的水为了展示自己的透明心扉和细腻肌肤的一场壮丽的死亡。水死了,它诞生为冰,覆盖着北方苍茫的原野和河流。我出生在漠河,那里每年有多半的时间被冰雪笼罩着,零下三四十度的气温是司空见惯的。我外婆家的木刻楞房子就在黑龙江畔,才入九月,风便把树梢经霜后变得五颜六色的树叶给吹得四处飘散,漫山漫坡落叶堆积,斑斓奇丽。然而这金黄深红的颜色没有灿烂多久,雪便从天而降,这时节,林中江面都是一片白茫茫的。奔 Ice is a cold product, a magnificent death of soft water in order to showcase its own transparent heart and delicate skin. Water is dead, it was born as ice, covered with the vast north of the wilderness and rivers. I was born in the Mohe, where more than half of the year is shrouded in ice and temperatures of minus thirty or forty degrees are commonplace. My grandmother’s woodcut house on the bank of Heilongjiang River just before entering the September, the wind will be the treetops after the frost became colorful leaves blowing everywhere, diffuse mountain Mansions deciduous accumulation of leaves, beautiful and colorful. However, the golden dark red color is not brilliant how long, snow will drop from the sky, this season, Lin Zhongjiang surface is a vast expanse of white. Ben